Macbeth. King JohnPrinted for, and under the direction of, John Bell, 1788 |
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... words become thee , as thy wounds ; They smack of honour both : -Go , get him surgeons . Who comes here ? Enter RossE . Mal . The worthy thane of Rosse . Bij Len . Len . What a haste looks through his eyes ? A & I. 11 MACBETH .
... words become thee , as thy wounds ; They smack of honour both : -Go , get him surgeons . Who comes here ? Enter RossE . Mal . The worthy thane of Rosse . Bij Len . Len . What a haste looks through his eyes ? A & I. 11 MACBETH .
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William Shakespeare. Len . What a haste looks through his eyes ? So should he look , That seems to speak things strange . Rosse . God save the king ! King . Whence cam'st thou , worthy thane ? Rosse . From Fife , great king , Where the ...
William Shakespeare. Len . What a haste looks through his eyes ? So should he look , That seems to speak things strange . Rosse . God save the king ! King . Whence cam'st thou , worthy thane ? Rosse . From Fife , great king , Where the ...
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... man forbid : 110 Weary seven - nights , nine times nine , Shall he dwindle , peak , and pine : Though his bark cannot be lost , Biij Yet Yet it shall be tempest - tost . Look what A & t I. 13 MACBETH . SCENE III. ...
... man forbid : 110 Weary seven - nights , nine times nine , Shall he dwindle , peak , and pine : Though his bark cannot be lost , Biij Yet Yet it shall be tempest - tost . Look what A & t I. 13 MACBETH . SCENE III. ...
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... look not like the inhabitants o ' the earth , And yet are on't ? -Live you or are you aught 130 That man may question ? You seem to understand me , By each at once her choppy finger laying Upon her skinny lips : -You should be women ...
... look not like the inhabitants o ' the earth , And yet are on't ? -Live you or are you aught 130 That man may question ? You seem to understand me , By each at once her choppy finger laying Upon her skinny lips : -You should be women ...
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... look into the seeds of time , And say , which grain will grow , and which will not ; Speak then to me , who neither beg , nor fear , Your favours , nor you hate . 1 Witch . Hail ! 2 Witch . Hail ! 3 Witch . Hall ! 1 Witch . Lesser than ...
... look into the seeds of time , And say , which grain will grow , and which will not ; Speak then to me , who neither beg , nor fear , Your favours , nor you hate . 1 Witch . Hail ! 2 Witch . Hail ! 3 Witch . Hall ! 1 Witch . Lesser than ...
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ancient Angiers arms Arth Arthur Aust Banquo Beaumont and Fletcher Ben Jonson Blanch blood breath calf's-skin Const Constance curse Cymbeline Dauphin dead death deed devil doth Duncan edition England Enter MACBETH Exeunt eyes Faery Queen father Faulc FAULCONBRIDGE fear Fleance folio France give grief hand hast hath hear heart heaven Hecate HENLEY Henry VI Holinshed Honest Whore honour Hubert JOHNSON Julius Cæsar King Henry King John Lady Lewis look lord Macd Macduff majesty Malcolm MALONE means Melun murder night noble o'er old copy Pand passage peace Pemb perfect spy Phil Philip play Pope prince Queen Richard Rosse SCENE Scotland seems sense Shakspere Shakspere's shalt shew signifies sleep soul speak spirits STEEVENS thane thane of Cawdor thee Theobald There's thine things thou art thought tongue unto WARBURTON Witch word
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Сторінка 22 - It is too full o' the milk of human kindness To catch the nearest way : thou wouldst be great ; Art not without ambition ; but without The illness should attend it : what thou wouldst highly, That wouldst thou holily ; wouldst not play false, And yet wouldst wrongly win : thou'dst have, great Glamis, That which cries " Thus thou must do, if thou have it ; And that which rather thou dost fear to do Than wishest should be undone.
Сторінка 63 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
Сторінка 99 - And be these juggling fiends no more believ'd That palter with us in a double sense, That keep the word of promise to our ear, And break it to our hope. I'll not fight with thee. Macd. Then yield thee, coward, And live to be the show and gaze o
Сторінка 27 - Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against The deep damnation of his taking-off...
Сторінка 60 - I am in blood Stept in so far, that, should I wade no more, Returning were as tedious as go o'er. Strange things I have in head, that will to hand, Which must be acted, ere they may be scann'd.
Сторінка 51 - But let the frame of things disjoint, both the worlds suffer, Ere we will eat our meal in fear, and sleep In the affliction of these terrible dreams That shake us nightly: better be with the dead, Whom we, to gain our place, have sent to peace, Than on the torture of the mind to lie In restless ecstasy. Duncan is in his grave ; After life's fitful fever he sleeps well; Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor poison, Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing, Can touch him further.
Сторінка 27 - We'd jump the life to come. But in these cases We still have judgment here ; that we but teach Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return To plague the inventor ; this even-handed justice Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice To our own lips.
Сторінка 18 - I am thane of Cawdor : If good, why do I yield to that suggestion Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair, And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, Against the use of nature ? Present fears Are less than horrible imaginings : My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, Shakes so my single state of man, that function Is smother'd in surmise; and nothing is, But what is not.
Сторінка 23 - Than wishest should be undone.' Hie thee hither, That I may pour my spirits in thine ear ; And chastise with the valour of my tongue All that impedes thee from the golden round, Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem To have thee crown'd withal.
Сторінка 66 - I conjure you, by that which you profess, (Howe'er you come to know it,) answer me : Though you untie the winds, and let them fight Against the churches ; though the yesty waves Confound and swallow navigation up; Though bladed corn be lodg'd, and trees blown down; Though castles topple on their warders...